I'm thinking more about the reality behind the buzzing and blinking and rushing that has always accompanied this time of year for me. I'm remembering the waiting silence that preceded God's entrance into the world. Incarnation has become an important word for me. It's an invitation to come and be present in the midst of a world gone mad. Long ago, in a place no one could have expected, Jesus came to be among us. He came simply and scandalously and dared us to notice. So I'm noticing. Each day, I'm straining to listen to his voice and participate in his coming that is still unfolding.
Come, Lord Jesus. Come here into this cold and barren place and make your home with me. Come with life and peace and the deep, deep green of your love.